Bothered

Something in the way she said it Hurt more than if I read it She has an appetite for tears, my dear Take it or leave it, it's up to you to believe it Power begs to played, loved, and betrayed Then washed away Don't give it up Don't give it up Don't give it up The shadows they cast are from their past Not your present Chills down your spine, the source is yours to find Don't give it up Don't give it up Don't give it up The mirror isn't always nice Blood drips from the slice After you break it The fog is quite cursed But the pain you feel from seeing the truth Can also hurt I got to me first I don't owe her that I'll break this curse, as a matter of fact I won't give it up I won't give it up I won't give it up I won't give it up I won't give it up I won't give it up